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agent
snapped.
    Another agent went for Camila. I shot
in front of him, taking a hold of her arms. “Let her go, Camila. If you don’t,
they’ll force you to.”
    “No, she’s a child!”
    “Bullshit, she’s twenty-one, so
stop babying her.”
    “There’s no point in them
questioning her, she doesn’t know anything.”
    “I disagree,” the head agent cut
in. “So, let my agent do his job and I promise she won’t get hurt.”
    Camila slowly let go of her niece. The
blond agent held out a hand for Teodora to take, but she continued to cling
onto Camila. “Go with him, Teo,” Camila said.
    “I’m scared,” Teodora replied.
    “I know, baby girl, but you have to
go. You don’t have a choice.”
    Sniffling, Teodora’s gaze moved to
the blond agent. He was still extending his hand, looking like he was trying to
be reassuring. Hesitantly, she let go of Camila and took a hold of his hand. He
helped her to her feet, giving her a soft smile. She still looked scared, but
stopped sniffling. He directed her around us and out of the room, heading for
the cells.
    The head agent’s eyes moved to me.
“Get up. You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine and get locked up in one
of your sick dungeons.”
    I sneered at him. “I’ve been imprisoned
in them before, even tortured, so fuck you; this is a walk in the park.” I pushed
up and headed past him.
    Camila followed me, taking a hold
of my hand. “Don’t let him get to you.”
    I gripped onto her hand, willing
myself to calm down. I wanted to smash the FBI prick’s face in, but knew I
would be the one getting hurt—along with Camila, because without a doubt, she
would fight for me.
    I turned towards Mario’s old cells,
unable to stomach being put in the one where the Padre had raped and
tortured me. A couple of FBI agents followed me and Camila down the steps. I
spotted Teodora disappearing into the end cell with the blond agent. Camila’s
eyes locked onto the door, her expression worried.
    I put an arm around her shoulders.
“She’ll be all right,” I said, liking how protective she’d gotten. The woman
was intensely loyal to the people she cared for, a noble quality I never expected
her to have.
    The agent with the buzz cut held a
cell door open for us to enter. The room had belonged to Mario’s woman, which
meant it had some luxuries, such as the linen on the bed. I walked over to it and
sat down, Camila taking a seat next to me. Her expression was strained, her blue
eyes still full of worry.
    I took a hold of her hand. “Teodora
will be all right.”
    “It’s not her I’m thinking about,
it’s my brother.”
    I squeezed her hand. “That agent’s
eyes lit up when he realized he could bring Nino in. He looked like he’d won
the lottery. I’d say he’ll fight for whatever prize your brother will get him:
whether it’s a bonus or a promotion.”
    “I pray you’re right,” she breathed
out, “because I couldn’t handle losing him.” She covered her face with her
other hand.
    I pulled her hand down. “Don’t
think about it, it’ll just eat you up. All you need to think about is he’s alive
and the FBI’s working to keep it that way.”
    She blinked, looking like she was
forcing herself not to cry. I cocked my head sideways, giving her a kiss on her
lips to distract her. She raised her hand hesitantly, then placed it on the
back of my head and returned my kiss passionately.
    A Russian voice started yelling, causing
me to pull away. I pushed up and went for the door, banging on it. “What are
you doing to Sasha?!” I shouted. They ignored me. I banged harder, yelling, “Don’t
hurt him!”
    The door’s window slid open. The
FBI agent with the buzz cut looked in on me. “He’s not being cooperative, so he’s
being carried to a cell.”
    “Be careful with him, he’s been
brutalized.”
    “You should’ve thought about that
before you did it, then.”
    “I didn’t hurt him! The Donatelli
did. I was helping him